Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

"Yue Zhang, it is a serious crime to set fire to Chengqian Hall, and not everyone can bear the thunder and wrath of the father."

"Your Highness is right, so Prince Du will take care of it?"

"Yue Zhang, what do you want to say alone?"

Jiang Jimin didn't want Qi Huai to know that he had reached a consensus with Jiang Xianjing.

Qi Huai seems to be cunning, but in fact he can't hold his breath, otherwise he wouldn't have set fire to Chengqian Hall.

Jiang Xianjing must have also guessed that it was Qi Huai who set the fire, and received the punishment in order to excuse himself.

Qi Huai lowered his head and sipped his tea contentedly: "A fire not only burned away the power of Mo Zhuang's ruling and prohibition, but also prevented Prince Du from going out for several months. It's really God's help for me. The fire is good and the fire is wonderful. ah……"

"Yue Zhang..."

Jiang Jimin rarely turned cold.

"It's just that the plan can't keep up with the changes. According to the real arrangement, the place where the fire started should be the Glazed Palace. How could it be reversed?"

"Is Yuezhang trying to murder the prince?"

Jiang Jimin was obviously angry.

Qi Huai didn't care about it at all: "Your Highness, how can you be indecisive when you achieve great things? Besides, how much Your Majesty loves Prince Du for so long, it's hard to guarantee that you won't have a different heart."

"I'm afraid Yuezhang is worrying too much. If Xian Jing has that kind of thought, why wait until now? He retreats again and again, not even wanting an heir, why is Yuezhang worried?"

"Son? Does His Highness believe in such a pretense?"

"Yue Zhang!" Jiang Jimin was anxious, "No matter how you fight with the general, you can't hurt Xian Jing anyway. If there is another time for today's incident, Gu will not let you off."

"Your Highness..."

Qi Huai was about to persuade him again, but the butler bowed forward.

"Confused, the Prince's Palace is not an outsider, so if you have something to say, just say it."

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the people we sent to the palace have come back to plead guilty."

"It's okay, pass on the truth order, reward!"

"However, according to him, he didn't make a move."

"what?"

Jiang Jimin and Qi Huai looked at each other, and Qiqi stood up.

After such a big disaster, Jiang Xianjing naturally had no face to rest in the palace.

Jiang Xian was lying on the soft mat in shock, and was carried out of the palace.

"I didn't expect that Prince Du, who was riding in the deep palace, would also have today."

Jiang Xian ignored Mo Zhuang's sarcasm, covered his buttocks and screamed again and again.

Mo Zhuang felt distressed: "My lord, you really are, why are you so impatient? I didn't incite this fire, His Majesty will punish me at most, why should you take care of me? Besides, Now the real culprit is at large, if he waits for an opportunity, the enemy is in the clear and I am in the dark..."

Jiang Xian was shocked to know that Mo Zhuang had misunderstood, so he didn't explain it at all.

He only raised his eyes to peek at the "true murderer".

Qian Zuisheng's face was pale, and those who didn't know thought he was hit by the board.

Jiang Xian startled with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Teacher, don't worry, if there is a disturbance today, the real culprit will definitely not dare to make a mistake."

"Throwing a rat? Oh my lord, you have such a big heart, don't you know who the real culprit is? Qi Huai, an old man, must have a grudge against my participation in Qilu, and is waiting for an opportunity to take revenge..."

Facing Mo Zhuang who was possessed by Lei Wu, Jiang Xianjing didn't know what to say: "Teacher, stop reading, it hurts me."

"Deserved..."

Mo Zhuang was about to reach out his hand.

The fan in the waiter's hand was taken by Qian Zuisheng, who fanned Jiang Xianjing lightly, bending over from time to time to wipe the cold sweat off Jiang Xianjing's forehead.

"The little prince here is really considerate." Mo Zhuang couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

At the gate of the Wangfu, Qian Zuisheng was unwilling to use his hands on others.

He whispered to the servant: "Put the man here, please come back, father-in-law."

"What?"

Jiang Xian was so shocked that the pain was unbearable, and he didn't want to go in by himself at all. Besides, if Liangzi saw his bloody appearance, he would have to talk about it for several days.

"The princess should let the servants send it in, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince explained..."

"Need not……"

Qian Zui said concisely, took out a handful of gold beads and handed them to the waiter.

The waiter hastily thanked him.

"You bastard, what are you listening to him, be good when you are drunk, take off your cloak and cover it up for me, don't scare Liangzi."

Jiang Xian's flattery did not get any response.

Jiang Xianjing only felt his body lighten, and Qian Zuisheng had already bent over and hugged him horizontally.

Jiang Xianjing knows current affairs very well.

I hadn't noticed before that the little fox has a weak body, but his boyfriend is full of strength.

I don't know what happened today, and let him seize the opportunity one after another.

"My lord, my heavenly Bodhisattva...my lord...how are you doing...does it hurt..."

Jiang Xian felt his scalp numb in shock, and a group of imperial physicians filed out behind Liangzi.

On the face of Emperor Dajiang, Jiang Xian was shocked, but secretly he was very distressed.

Before Jiang Xian returned to the mansion in shock, the imperial physician waited at the gate of the palace.

Qian Zuisheng's footsteps were steady, and he put him on the bed firmly: "Liangzi went to fetch water."

Liangzi took the order and rushed out crying.

Jiang Xianjing's oily skin hadn't broken a bit since he was a child, so he was a little embarrassed to be injured so badly all of a sudden.

Qian Zuisheng seemed to see what he was thinking.

When the imperial doctor treated the wound, he deliberately screened everyone away.

That night Lei Wu was forcibly escorted back to the mansion by Lei Xiaodong, before he could stand firm, he changed into night clothes and ran towards the mansion.

When he arrived, Jiang Xianjing was already bandaged and lying on the bed.

Lei Wu joked and ridiculed, but he kept serving tea and water, and he was even more annoyed than being punished:

"Qi Huai, an old man, is simply lawless. Your lord, you are really, again and again, for the general..."

"Okay, you're tired, can you let me stop for a while?"

Jiang Xian looked up in shock at the sky that was about to brighten outside.

"Okay, okay, you rest first, I'll come back another day, by the way, my father asked me to bring you a sentence, the strangeness of this fire may not necessarily be Qi Xiang."

Jiang Xian raised her eyes in surprise and looked at Qian Zuisheng.

The latter does not move in all directions.

After staying up all night, Qian Zuisheng's face was pale, his temple hair was slightly disheveled, and he was still wearing the socks that Jiang Xian gave him.

A little embarrassed, but his eyes were full of concern.

Jiang Xian's heart warmed in shock: "Go take a bath, I'm fine."

Sending away the noisy Lei Wu, Qian Zuisheng went in to take a bath.

Jiang Xian was startled and couldn't fall asleep, so he chatted with Qian Zuisheng through a screen: "Has Nu Yi come back yet?"

Qian Zuisheng replied: "I'm back..."

"There are so many dog ​​holes in the palace, it's really embarrassing for him."

Qian Zuisheng didn't speak.

From a place separated by a wall, there was a constant sound of water, followed by the sound of cloth mosuo.

Jiang Xianjing's ears seemed to have hooks, and his mind was full of rubbish.

I don't know how long it took before Qian Zuisheng combed her damp hair and went to bed.

The wound on his back was burning and painful, and Jiang Xian fell asleep in shock, only feeling a chill in his lower back.

"Wake up? Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Xian nodded and shook his head in shock.

Qian Zuisheng didn't stop applying the ointment, but became more meticulous.

The ointment is cool and not painful.

At this moment, Jiang Xian's shock was another kind of intolerance.

He sat on pins and needles, and at first he could barely endure it, but later it became more and more unbearable, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

If it wasn't for his body lying on the bed, Jiang Xianjing would have revealed his true colors.